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One tenth of her I feel her talking through my stand-up hairs Which of you - Huh? Huh? - or does he touch them or is he daft? It's hard, boys, alone and old It's really like her It wears her clothes I might be, I might be But you're not me, and you don't know I'm back in the mine Back in the mine Don't be afraid my love for you to die It stands its ground as I stand mine The ex-flesh of the temperature I'm just as beautiful as your light allows
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